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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus 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?
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.