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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.