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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.