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 Togo and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the punk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.