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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.