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 Australia and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.