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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Echospace to the rock 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.