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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.