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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the disco 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.