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 Norway and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 the Association to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.