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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Make Up to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.