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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
AZ,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.