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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Modern Lovers to the rock 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
DNA,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.