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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 One Last Wish to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
The Evens,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.