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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.