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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.