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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.