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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 marimba 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.