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 Norway and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.