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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.