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 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
The Index,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.