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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo 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.