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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.