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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Nico,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.