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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.