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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Zapp,
cv313,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
The Names,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.