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 Mauritania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.