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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
MC5,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.