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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Suicide to the crunk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.