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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.