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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.