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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Erykah Badu to the grime 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.