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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.