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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Mojo Men to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.