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 Japan 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.