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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.