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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
UT,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.