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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Wire,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.