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 Philippines and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.