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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Organ,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.