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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Pole,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.