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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 DJ Style to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.