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 Panama and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Interpol,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.