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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smoke to the electroclash 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.