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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur 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?
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
The Busters,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.