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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.