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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.