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 Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.