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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Reagan Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
The Gories,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.