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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
John Holt,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Television,
Yaz,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.