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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.