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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Mars 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.