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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Faust to the rap 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.