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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.