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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.