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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
the Human League,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.