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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.