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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.