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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
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 marimba 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.