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 Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 The Vogues to the crunk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.