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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Franke,
Scion,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.