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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.