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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Wings,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.