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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.