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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.