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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.