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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 clarinet 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 Half Japanese to the disco 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
New Order,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.