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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.