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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Pole,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.