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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 cv313 to the funk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.