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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 oboe 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 One Last Wish to the grime 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.