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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.