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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.