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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.