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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.