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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.