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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 The Barracudas to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.