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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.