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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.