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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.