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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 synthesizer 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 Scan 7 to the grime 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.