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 Israel and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.