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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.