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 France and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
The Victims,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.