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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.