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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
EPMD,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.