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 Antigua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.