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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 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 Toni Rubio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.