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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Can,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.