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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.