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 Cuba and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the disco 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.