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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.