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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
The Residents,
AZ,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.