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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Liliput,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.