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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Roxette,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.