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 Poland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Ohio Players to the punk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Index,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.