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 Togo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Ituana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.