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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.