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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.