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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Essential Logic to the disco 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Technova,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Gong,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.