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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.