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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Guru Guru to the grunge 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Moebius,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.