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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Aural Exciters to the punk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.