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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.