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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.