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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.