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 Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the techno 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.