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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.