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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the techno 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.