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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.