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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.