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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.