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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.