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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Organ to the jazz 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.