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 Mozambique and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.