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 United States and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 H. Thieme to the rap 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.