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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.