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 Estonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Sound to the grime 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.