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 China and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 the Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.