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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Mummies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.