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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 OOIOO to the grunge 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.