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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
MDC,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.