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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Scion,
John Holt,
10cc,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Make Up,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.