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 Kenya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.