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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Silicon Teens 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.