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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Roy Ayers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
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.