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 Norway and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Can,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.