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 Mexico and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.