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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Newcleus to the punk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.