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 Moldova and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.