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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Gong,
Q65,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.