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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Crime,
Suicide,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.