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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.