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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the punk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.