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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Joe Finger to the jazz 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Brick,
cv313,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.