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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cluster to the crunk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.