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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.