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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.