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 Peru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.