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 Poland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
MDC,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.