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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Sight & Sound to the techno 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.