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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.