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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
UT,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.