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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Quantec,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.