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 Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index 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?
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.