Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tropical Tobacco to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
the Normal,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.