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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.