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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Pole,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
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.