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 Tunisia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.