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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 sitar 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 John Holt to the grime 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.