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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
The Associates,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.