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 Argentina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
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 Black Moon to the crunk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Scion,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.