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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Evens to the disco 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
John Foxx,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.