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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 linndrum 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.