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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.