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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 The Gun Club 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Smog,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.