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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the jazz 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.