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 Korea South and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.