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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.