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 Angola and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 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 Eric Copeland to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.