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 Burundi and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Neu!,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.