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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.