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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Dahlback to the rock 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Index,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.