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 Norway and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 spring reverb 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.