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 China and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 the Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.