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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.