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 Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Can,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.