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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.