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 Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.