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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.