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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.