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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
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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.