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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
10cc,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.