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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the funk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.