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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.