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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the grime 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Visage,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.