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 Colombia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Inner City,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.