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 Egypt 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma 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?
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.