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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Pole,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.