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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Television,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.