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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Pulsallama to the techno 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.