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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 The Doors to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.