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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.