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 Brazil and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
ABC,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.