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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.