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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toasters to the electroclash 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
X-102,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.