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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.