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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.