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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 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 Urselle 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.