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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the disco 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.