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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer 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 Quantec to the grunge 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.