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 Fiji and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Lakeside to the electroclash 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.