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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Can,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.