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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Nas,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.