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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.