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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.