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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.