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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.