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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.