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 Benin and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 The Moleskins to the jazz 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.