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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Eurythmics 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.