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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.