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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Monks,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.