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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.