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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.