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 South Africa and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the grunge 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.