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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.