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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 snare 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.