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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the grunge 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.