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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Q65,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.