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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.