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 East Timor and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Swans,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.