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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
10cc,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.