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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the electroclash 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.