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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.