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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Zapp to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
the Association,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.