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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.