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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.