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 Cameroon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.