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 Croatia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Japan to the funk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Pole,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.