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 Qatar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lagos and Spokane.
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 synthesizer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.