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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Gun Club 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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?
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.