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 Nigeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.