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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.