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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Connie Case 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.