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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.