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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
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 clarinet 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 Hot Snakes 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.