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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.