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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.