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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.