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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Slackers 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
ABC,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.