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 Belgium and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the grunge 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.