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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the jazz 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.