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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.