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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 OOIOO to the electroclash 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
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.