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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.