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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.