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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.