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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 The Standells to the jazz 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.