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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the punk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
DNA,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.