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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.