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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Siglo XX to the punk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.