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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Faust,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.