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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.