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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
X-102,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.