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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the punk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.