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 Chile and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.