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 Iceland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.