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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.