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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joey Negro to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.