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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.