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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Section 25,
Q65,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.