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 Samoa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.