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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.