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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.