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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.