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 Burkina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the grunge 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.