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 Slovenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.