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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.