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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger to the techno 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.