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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.