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 Georgia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.