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 Monaco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Birthday Party to the punk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Crime,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.