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 Nauru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.