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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.