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 Cuba and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 H. Thieme to the disco 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.