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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gap Band to the funk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.