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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.