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 Congo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.