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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Icehouse to the jazz 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.