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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.