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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.