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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.