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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
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 guitar 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.