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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.