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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Deepchord to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.