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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.