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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Make Up,
UT,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.