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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.