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 Denmark and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Victims to the rap 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.