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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.