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 Russia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Fear,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.