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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zapp to the punk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
The Martian,
PIL,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.