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 France and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi 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 crunk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.