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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.