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 Kenya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.