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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.