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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.