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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Can,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.