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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.