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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.