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 Germany and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Jerry's Kids to the rap 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Visage,
the Human League,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.