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 Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.