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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Wings,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.