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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the punk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.