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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang On A Can 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.