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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Taipei and Lyon.
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 theremin 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.