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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.