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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Nico,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.