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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.