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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Yaz,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.