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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.