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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.