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 China 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 Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Slave,
the Slits,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.