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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.