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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.