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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
The Cure,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.