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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Tommy Roe 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.