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 Cambodia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.