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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.