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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.