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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Wings,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.