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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Flipper,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.