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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.