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 Algeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Slave,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.