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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.