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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 guitar 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.