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 Burundi 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.