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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the rock 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Can,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
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.