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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.