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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Technova,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.