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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes 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?
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.