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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.