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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.