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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.