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 Korea North and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.