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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
The Index,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.