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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.