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 Senegal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.