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 Romania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Echospace,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Zapp,
X-102,
Japan,
The Index,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.