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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the crunk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.