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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 the Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Kinks,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Scientists,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.