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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.