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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Byrd to the rap 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Q65,
Outsiders,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.