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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.