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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 clarinet 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 Sam Rivers to the dance 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.