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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 theremin 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
AZ,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Hoover,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.