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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.