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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.