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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Dual Sessions to the punk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Nas,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.