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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.