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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.