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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.