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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.