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 Turkey and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.