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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Magma to the dance 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.