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 Greece and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.