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 Seychelles and from London.
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 Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.