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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Flipper to the grime 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.