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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Fear,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.