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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.