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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.