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 Benin and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 June Days to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Gong,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.