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 Lucia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Swans,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.