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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
AZ,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.