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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Magma to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Television,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Japan,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Swans,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.