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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.