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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.