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 France and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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Accadde A,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.