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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.