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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Yellowson to the grime 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
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.