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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.