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 Egypt and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.