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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.