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 Yemen and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 guitar 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
DNA,
Jandek,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.