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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.