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 East Timor and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.