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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 Portland and Seoul.
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 harpsichord 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.