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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 The Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.