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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.