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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the disco 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.