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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Nico to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
June Days,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Unwound,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.