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 Monaco and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the techno 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.