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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Sam Rivers to the dance 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.