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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Yazoo,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
The Monks,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.