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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 theremin 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.