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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.