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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.