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 Comoros and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Arcadia to the disco 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.