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 Burundi and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 The Smiths to the crunk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.