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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Visage to the techno 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.