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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 marimba 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.