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 Gambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.