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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.