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 Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Television,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.