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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Masters at Work 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.