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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Accadde A to the electroclash 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.