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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Hardrive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Nas,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.