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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the rock 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.