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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.