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 Grenada and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.