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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Can,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.
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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.