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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings 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?
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.