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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 The Trojans to the disco 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Magma,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.