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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.