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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.