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 Taiwan 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 rhodes 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Make Up,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.