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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Index to the funk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.