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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator 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 John Foxx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
June Days,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.