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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.