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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Raincoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Rekid,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.