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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.