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 Portugal and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 linndrum 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 Black Dice to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Index,
ABBA,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.