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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Procol Harum to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.