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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
MDC,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.