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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Terry Callier to the disco 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Birthday Party,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Organ,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.