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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.