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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.