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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.