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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.