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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.