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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Sparks,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.