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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.