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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.