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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Hasil Adkins 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.