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 Latvia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.