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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 oboe 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.