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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Magma,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.