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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
X-101,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.