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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.