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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.