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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 The Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal 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?
Scientists,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.