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 Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 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 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 Symarip to the electroclash 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.