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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 The Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.