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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Count Five to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Aswad,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.