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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.