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 Nepal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Wings,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.