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 Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 rhodes 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 The Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.