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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.