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 Maldives 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Q65,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.