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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.