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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 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 The American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.