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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
This Heat,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.