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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Faust,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.