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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.