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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.