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 Honduras and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.