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 Laos and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Pole,
UT,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.