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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.