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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.