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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.