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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Liliput,
DNA,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.