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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
PIL,
This Heat,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.