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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Deadbeat to the jazz 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.