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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.