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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.