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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.