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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Chrome,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.