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 Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Lou Christie to the crunk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.