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 Mauritius and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.