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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Terry to the techno 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.