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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dead C 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.