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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.