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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.