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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.