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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 linndrum 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.