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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.