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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.