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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.