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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.