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 Guatemala and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Sparks,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.