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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.