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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Deakin,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Magazine,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.