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 San Marino and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.