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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.