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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.