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 Papua New Guinea 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.