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 Palau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Pere Ubu 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.