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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.