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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 spring reverb 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.