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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Yazoo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.