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 Taiwan 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan 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?
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.