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 France and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Quantec to the dance 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.