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 the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 spring reverb 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
The Names,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.