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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 the Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Hashim,
Japan,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.