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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.