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 Grenada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Crime,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.