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 Liechtenstein and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.