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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
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 mellotron 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.