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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Dawn Penn to the rock 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.