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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.