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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the techno 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Can,
Pole,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.