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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.