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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
PIL,
Pole,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.