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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.