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 Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Amazonics 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Crime,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.