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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.