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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.