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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Victims to the funk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
cv313,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.