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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.