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 Libya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.