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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 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 The United States of America to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Ten City,
The Associates,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.