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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.