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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Section 25 to the funk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.