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 Tonga and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Von Mondo to the grunge 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.