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 Ireland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.