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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Outsiders 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.