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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Alphaville,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.