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 Singapore and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.