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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Marc Almond to the dance 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.