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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Aural Exciters to the punk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.