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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Organ,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.