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 Liberia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.