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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.