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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.