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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Underground Resistance to the funk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.