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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Can,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.