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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Morten Harket to the techno 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Slave,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.