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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.