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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.