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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.