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 Congo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Metal Thangz to the rock 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.